Voh agale din apani sasural nanhi gayee to mujhe phir shak hone laga ke yeh chahati hei ke is ka bhai ise chode aur yeh maa bane, lekin mein unhen mau...a nanhin dena chahati thie. raat ko voh baatein karte karate so gayee lekin mujhe neend nanhin aa rahi thie. raat ko dekha ke mera pati chup chap aaya aur usi charpayee par leit gaya jis par uske behan leti thie. mein jaan boojh kar chup rah kar tamasha dekhana chahati thie ke voh jaad kar chudayee karwaye gi ya sote huye uska bhai anjaaney mein. Silver eyes,gloss candy pink lips. The last thing filmed in the salon was Angelachoosing a dress and shoes, a pink dress with netting under the skirt tomake it flare out a little and some pink mules with a low heel.At this point I was utterly amazed that the story I was listening toocould be for real, there was an attractive woman sat across from me, butbesides a drugged coffee how did she agree to so much.Angela continued to describe the video. She was filmed walking up anddown a room, someone. After about ten more strokes, Dale began rocking his hips into each downward stroke of my hand and slowly opened his eyelids as he floated to consciousness. Through bleary eyes he looked at me jerking his morning wood, and said…”Mom???” Just then he closed his eyes again and let out a loud grunt as a huge load of cum blasted from the tip of his cock, reaching almost two feet in the air, then splashed down onto his stomach and poured over my pumping fist like lava from a volcano.I smiled at him. “What - because of what I was doing? Was it me that did it?” I nodded. Lynne bit her lip.“Gosh!” she muttered in a faraway voice. She rolled off and lay down next to me, and I reached down between my legs, knowing what I would feel. My panties were soaking wet! “So how did I do it then?” Lynne turned to look at me.“It was your leg between my legs…you were pressing something.” Lynne peered down below my waist and then turned her gaze to her own body. She was wearing a short skirt and she.